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Sorry about this. It might be a bit confusing. I switched from Jeff telling this, to me telling this, and this chapter is gonna be all sorts of fucked up. Jeff'll start telling it then I'll pick up for the rest of it. Sorry for any confusion this may cause.
I still don't own anyone. I most defiantly do not own Marilyn Manson or his songs. I wish I did...but I don't. What I do own is the dimensions that I create. Muahahahaaaaa! *ahem* Have fun.
Jeff's POV type thing...
"Jeff." I looked up at Matt. He looks worried. "Hmm?"
"Are you going to eat?" He motions at my food. I look down at it. "Maybe." I reply. "Please?" I look back up at Matt. "Later. I'm not hungry right now."
"You haven't been hungry since we got back from vacation." Matt frowned.
"So."
"What's wrong with you?"
"Don't know."
"Do you even care?"
"Nope." Matt rolled his eyes at me. Why should I care? I'm not gonna get better. I'm just gonna stay like this. I'm not gonna be happy. It just isn't gonna happen. Why does he even bother?
I get up and walk over to the radio. "Where's my cd's?" I look around the room. "Where you left them." Matt said quietly. "Fuck off." Hmm....Where could they be? I look around some more and I find them on top of the TV. Go figure. I quickly flip through my cds and pull one out. "What are you putting in?" Matt asks. I give him his answer by putting the cd in and turning the volume up to 24. I bit loud I know. But still. I like noise.
"Why?" Matt groaned as the music started.
**We're on a bullet and we're headed straight for god, even he'd like to end it too We take a pill, get a face, buy our ticket and hope that heaven's true I saw a cop beat a priest on the TV, and they know they killed our hero's too We sing the death song kids, because we've got no future and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you Let's sing the death song kids We light a candle on an earth we made into hell, and pretend that we're in heaven Each time we do we get the blind man's ticket and we know that nothing's true I saw a priest kill a cop on TV, and I know now that they're our heroes too We sing the death song kids, because we've got no future and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you We write our prayers on a little bomb, kiss it on the face and send it to god We sing the death song kids, because we've got no future and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you We were the world, but we got no future and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you**
How I love that song.
"Can you turn this shit off now?" Matt asked pleadingly. "Go for it." I plop down onto my bed.
I just want to sleep. And I mean really sleep. Not for just a few hours. Forever. Never to wake up again.
Matt walks over and turns the blaring music off. "Are you going to sleep?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders in reply. "If I fall asleep, yeah. If I don't, no."
"Well wanna watch a movie?"
"Anything good on?"
"Powder's on."
I jump up from my spot on the bed and over to the couch. I need a good movie to watch.
* * *
That's it. I'm going to kill myself. It has to end. I hurt. All over. My head especially. My entire body has just been engulfed in an enormous wave of pain that won't pass. It wont even let me fucking sleep.
Vince gave me a few days of. He noticed my sloppiness in the ring. He said if I didn't get my shit together in a week I would be suspended without pay. Lovely boss, no? I probably won't even last a week so what does it matter? I probably won't even last the rest of the day.
Where are you Matt?
He went out a while ago. He was going to the movies or something with Adam and Jay. I think they went to see House of 1000 Corpses. I heard it wasn't that good. It got zero stars. But it's Rob Zombie. So it has to be worth going to see. I just didn't go because I'd rather be alone right now.
I get up and go into the bathroom. I stare into the mirror. "What happened to you Jeff Hardy?" I continue to stare at my unresponding reflection, as if I'm waiting for an answer I'm never going to get. What DID happen to me? I'd really like to know.
I flip through my cd's and pull one out. I put it into the cd player and repeat the song over and over...
I walk into the kitchen and shuffle through the drawers until I find what I was looking for. I go back over to the bathroom and close the door. I sit on the toilet and sigh shakily.
I stand back up and open the door. I grab pen and paper and scribble a few words on it, then walk back into the bathroom after leaving it on the table.
I slam the door closed and bob my head to the music, getting lost in it.
* * * My POV type thing....
Matt walked into the hotel room and covered his ears from the loud music. He walked over to the stereo and turned the volume down. He noticed the paper on the table and froze when he read it.
"J...Jeff!" He yelled. No response. "JEFF!!!" He yelled again. He ran over to the bathroom and tried the door. "Jeff unlock the door! JEFF!!" Matt pounded on the door until it broke open.
"Oh god." Matt fell to his knees and burst into tears. He crawled over to Jeff and held onto him. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911. After a while Matt was finally able to calm himself enough to tell the police what happened.
Matt held Jeff close to him, rocking back and forth in a puddle of blood, listening to the Hardy Boyz theme music play over and over again....
Yeah. I know shitty way to end this chappy. But don't worry I know for a fact that there WILL be another chapter or two! Yay! Happiness. Okay. Reviews. I like em. Just remember that. Nice reviews are always better. Ttfn.
Sorry about this. It might be a bit confusing. I switched from Jeff telling this, to me telling this, and this chapter is gonna be all sorts of fucked up. Jeff'll start telling it then I'll pick up for the rest of it. Sorry for any confusion this may cause.
I still don't own anyone. I most defiantly do not own Marilyn Manson or his songs. I wish I did...but I don't. What I do own is the dimensions that I create. Muahahahaaaaa! *ahem* Have fun.
Jeff's POV type thing...
"Jeff." I looked up at Matt. He looks worried. "Hmm?"
"Are you going to eat?" He motions at my food. I look down at it. "Maybe." I reply. "Please?" I look back up at Matt. "Later. I'm not hungry right now."
"You haven't been hungry since we got back from vacation." Matt frowned.
"So."
"What's wrong with you?"
"Don't know."
"Do you even care?"
"Nope." Matt rolled his eyes at me. Why should I care? I'm not gonna get better. I'm just gonna stay like this. I'm not gonna be happy. It just isn't gonna happen. Why does he even bother?
I get up and walk over to the radio. "Where's my cd's?" I look around the room. "Where you left them." Matt said quietly. "Fuck off." Hmm....Where could they be? I look around some more and I find them on top of the TV. Go figure. I quickly flip through my cds and pull one out. "What are you putting in?" Matt asks. I give him his answer by putting the cd in and turning the volume up to 24. I bit loud I know. But still. I like noise.
"Why?" Matt groaned as the music started.
**We're on a bullet and we're headed straight for god, even he'd like to end it too We take a pill, get a face, buy our ticket and hope that heaven's true I saw a cop beat a priest on the TV, and they know they killed our hero's too We sing the death song kids, because we've got no future and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you Let's sing the death song kids We light a candle on an earth we made into hell, and pretend that we're in heaven Each time we do we get the blind man's ticket and we know that nothing's true I saw a priest kill a cop on TV, and I know now that they're our heroes too We sing the death song kids, because we've got no future and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you We write our prayers on a little bomb, kiss it on the face and send it to god We sing the death song kids, because we've got no future and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you We were the world, but we got no future and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you**
How I love that song.
"Can you turn this shit off now?" Matt asked pleadingly. "Go for it." I plop down onto my bed.
I just want to sleep. And I mean really sleep. Not for just a few hours. Forever. Never to wake up again.
Matt walks over and turns the blaring music off. "Are you going to sleep?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders in reply. "If I fall asleep, yeah. If I don't, no."
"Well wanna watch a movie?"
"Anything good on?"
"Powder's on."
I jump up from my spot on the bed and over to the couch. I need a good movie to watch.
* * *
That's it. I'm going to kill myself. It has to end. I hurt. All over. My head especially. My entire body has just been engulfed in an enormous wave of pain that won't pass. It wont even let me fucking sleep.
Vince gave me a few days of. He noticed my sloppiness in the ring. He said if I didn't get my shit together in a week I would be suspended without pay. Lovely boss, no? I probably won't even last a week so what does it matter? I probably won't even last the rest of the day.
Where are you Matt?
He went out a while ago. He was going to the movies or something with Adam and Jay. I think they went to see House of 1000 Corpses. I heard it wasn't that good. It got zero stars. But it's Rob Zombie. So it has to be worth going to see. I just didn't go because I'd rather be alone right now.
I get up and go into the bathroom. I stare into the mirror. "What happened to you Jeff Hardy?" I continue to stare at my unresponding reflection, as if I'm waiting for an answer I'm never going to get. What DID happen to me? I'd really like to know.
I flip through my cd's and pull one out. I put it into the cd player and repeat the song over and over...
I walk into the kitchen and shuffle through the drawers until I find what I was looking for. I go back over to the bathroom and close the door. I sit on the toilet and sigh shakily.
I stand back up and open the door. I grab pen and paper and scribble a few words on it, then walk back into the bathroom after leaving it on the table.
I slam the door closed and bob my head to the music, getting lost in it.
* * * My POV type thing....
Matt walked into the hotel room and covered his ears from the loud music. He walked over to the stereo and turned the volume down. He noticed the paper on the table and froze when he read it.
"J...Jeff!" He yelled. No response. "JEFF!!!" He yelled again. He ran over to the bathroom and tried the door. "Jeff unlock the door! JEFF!!" Matt pounded on the door until it broke open.
"Oh god." Matt fell to his knees and burst into tears. He crawled over to Jeff and held onto him. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911. After a while Matt was finally able to calm himself enough to tell the police what happened.
Matt held Jeff close to him, rocking back and forth in a puddle of blood, listening to the Hardy Boyz theme music play over and over again....
Yeah. I know shitty way to end this chappy. But don't worry I know for a fact that there WILL be another chapter or two! Yay! Happiness. Okay. Reviews. I like em. Just remember that. Nice reviews are always better. Ttfn.